János Németh was born nearly seventy-five years ago in Zalaegerszeg. He returned to the town from every one of his journeys. He cannot and would not leave the town. Whenever he leaves his house, he meets acquaintances, he knows the streets, squares and houses, the trees and the hills around the town, he knows the creeks and the promise of the beautiful bushes on the slopes of the hills, but he also knows the mysterious world of the cool and dim forests in Göcsej.